Dave and I had several more oral sessions as we grew out of our teens, but then I went off to college, and we saw each other less. I had a girlfriend, but she never got me as sexually aroused as Dave had. I often had to imagine being with Dave while fucking her in order to experience orgasm. And she would never suck me off. My frequent masturbation sessions were usually about sucking Dave’s cock.
I was not ready to embrace the gay lifestyle. I was afraid that my ‘gay perversions’ would be seen as unacceptable by society. This is a problem for many closeted gay men, and I was no exception.
I was getting quite alarmed at my uncontrollable lust for Dave. No, not for Dave, really, but for the act of sucking his cock. I had real affection for him as a ‘best friend’, but I didn’t see him as a ‘lover’ all that much. But boy, I loved his cock.
On my infrequent visits home, Dave didn’t seem as enthusiastic as I was about our newfound sexual intimacy, and I started to feel that maybe he was losing interest. Perhaps because of my girlfriend. Was I merely a guilty pleasure?
When summer arrived, we both landed a job on the same construction site and hooked up right away. I convinced him to have lunch together in his truck, and unashamedly told him that I wanted to give him a blow job. I really enjoyed it, but I felt Dave somehow, was taking me for granted. He started avoiding me after that. I suggested getting together, but he was too ‘busy’.
When I mentioned his seeming diffidence, he brushed it off. I wasn’t that horny anyway, having sucked him off just a day ago, so I tried to let it go. But my feelings were hurt. I was confused.
My mind kept returning to the sex we had shared, although it was occurring to me more and more that I was doing the sharing and Dave was getting all the benefits. I had sucked him off, and he had not reciprocated. Was I being a fool for cock?
But then everything changed, and Dave came up behind me at my workstation and whispered In my ear, “I’m ready for another blowjob if you are.”
I was immediately conflicted. How dare he exert such dominance, bullying me, making me feel that I was his special cocksucker!
And at the same time, my knees went weak with desire. I knew that I was his cocksucker. I couldn’t find the words. I finally stuttered out, “Uh, I guess, ok.”
“There is one condition, though, that you will have to agree to,” Dave said, continuing my humiliation. “I’d like to try anal. I’ve always been curious about what it’s like to fuck another man’s ass. He paused for a beat. Would you bend over for me?” Dave looked me in the eyes, smiling.
I felt my ego shrinking in front of him at the same time as my cock was growing. I tried to hang on to my self-respect but heard myself saying, “Well, ok, but I’ve never done it before. I don’t really get anal, it seems so painful.” Still trying to show that I could speak with some authority, I blurted out, “I don’t know how gay guys do it.”
Dave laughed and said, “Well, you’re about to find out, gay guy. Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow, and I‘ll be gentle. I’ve got some good lube.” These last words had a tinge of condescension that again humiliated me, but excited me at the same time.
“My place, after work,” Dave commanded, and left me bewildered and agitated, but I knew I would be at his basement rec-room, where I had truly discovered my sexual craving that had started all this turmoil in my life.
As the afternoon dragged on, I found it difficult to concentrate on my work. My thoughts kept returning to Dave’s cock and how it felt in my mouth. I rationalized that Dave probably would not be able to get his cock in my ass because my anus was too small and tight. I had endured several prostate exams in doctors’ offices and they caused me excruciating pain. Tom could try, but I had my doubts about how successful he would be, so I put those thoughts aside.
I approached Dave’s door, and it opened before I could knock to reveal Dave is completely naked. I thought, “Wow, this is going to be great!”
“Take off your clothes and get in the shower. Use a facecloth and soap on your ass hole.” Dave turned and walked down the hall, his ass cheeks flexing and jiggling, my imagination telling me how much I wanted to push my face into them.
I found the bathroom, stripped, adjusted the shower and scrubbed my genitals and carefully rubbed my anus with the soapy cloth, wondering, in spite of my doubts, what Tom might want to do down there.
I rinsed and quickly dried myself and hurried into the bedroom, excited to be naked and exposed to what might be next.
Dave lay on his back, his head propped on the pillow, his cock lying softly on his thigh and said simply, “Elevate me.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, clambering up the bed between his legs, my lengthening cock swinging side to side. I slid my hands under his buttocks, pushed my cock against the sheet and rested my face into man’s most intimate body parts: his pubic hair, his testicle sack and his soft, but swollen penis.
I moaned with desire, let my tongue trace a path up between his loose balls and onto his lengthening shaft. At the tip, I lifted my head and plunged my mouth down, feeling the warm flesh of a swelling cock filling my mouth.
I slid my right hand between Dave’s butt cheeks, letting it gently graze his puckered hole as I teased along his taint to take his scrotum and fondle it with my fingers. Meanwhile my mouth was sucking up his shaft, licking around his helmet, and then sliding my tongue down and clamping Dave’s now hard cock against the roof of my mouth. Then back up and down again, moaning, “Uhm, uhm, uhm,” with each slide in and out.
Every part of my lower torso was on fire. I wanted Dave to cum, to feel his warm juice and pulsing orgasm.
Dave pulled away and sat up. I hoped he might want to take a turn on my cock, but he said, “Ok, I’m ready, get on all fours.”
I suddenly remembered our anal sex conversation, but I didn’t care; I was ready to do anything he wanted. I quickly assumed the position, even tilting my ass up and spreading my knees apart to be more available.
Dave took my hanging cock and balls in his left hand, and I moaned, “Oh yeah, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” I felt like such a slut! Dave’s right two fingers spread a cool, slippery liquid on my ass hole, and I jumped at the contact.
“Are you ready for this ?” he asked, massaging my anus and sliding a finger in. I was surprised that it didn’t hurt; in fact, it felt good.
“Please take it slow,” I said, now realizing that I have completely accepted that Dave was going to fuck me. His finger was now against a painful part of my rectum, but I pushed out a bit and something inside relaxed, and the finger went in further. When he withdrew it, I felt a sensation like I had never experienced before. A pleasure deep inside, at the very core of my sexual organism.
“Oh my god, that feels incredible!”
“That’s probably your prostate you feel. I‘m going to put my cock in now.” I buried my face in the bed and waited.
I felt the soft flesh of Dave’s penis tip up against my anus, and then it spread the opening, and I felt it hit resistance. He stopped there and I tried pushing my ass open and relaxing at the same time like I had done with his finger.
It worked! Dave’s cock started moving again and was suddenly sliding deep into me. What a feeling! To have another man so far inside me!
“Are you ok?” Dave asked.;
“Yeah, how about you?”
He was paused about halfway in. “You are so tight. Can I go deeper?”
“Yes, it feels great, keep going.”
I could feel his cock moving even further into me. It felt like he was in my very soul.
Then he pulled back out slowly, and I gasped with the pleasure of his cock sliding over my prostate. “Oh god, this feels so good! You are so tight!” Dave said and pushed back in more quickly and started fucking me in and out in that regular rhythm that men use when fucking.
Every thrust and withdrawal sent waves of intense pleasure through my entire bottom end. I didn’t know if I could take it very much longer. It wasn’t like regular sex, where I knew that ejaculating would bring climax and relief; this was something else entirely. I started to be afraid of what was happening to me, but I did not want to stop this intense feeling.
Dave was thrusting into me faster now, and I could feel his urgency. He was going to cum inside me!
At that moment, I knew that I could only go with it, let it happen, stop resisting. The pleasure increased even more, and a surprising sound came out of my mouth that was almost a continuous shout: “Aaaaggghh!” and I felt a liquid coming out of the end of my semi-erect cock, semen from my prostate, but I didn’t care, I was lost in orgasm, my hands scrunching the sheet with all my strength.
Dave was reaching his climax at the same time and stopped thrusting, pushing his abdomen hard against my buttocks and shooting his semen deep into my bowels. I felt his cock’s pulsations and my semen flowing through my urethra at the same time. I collapsed on the bed, Dave on top of me, both of us moaning uncontrollably, still overcome with what our bodies had just been through.
As our breathing slowed, we both lay there, the intimacy of the situation dawning on us. I felt the urge to sob with the relief of the sexual tension we had built up. Dave was the first to speak, “That…was fantastic!” was all he could get out.
His cock was deflating out of my ass, and I could feel his juice pooling on my perineum and dripping onto the sheets. My semen was coating my lower abdomen and pubic hair. We roused ourselves, looked at each other and smiled.
“Gay sex sure is messy, eh?” I said to fill the awkward silence.
I wanted to be happy and enjoy the afterglow, and I desperately hoped Dave would feel the same. I didn’t want him to dismiss our sex encounters as mere guilty pleasures. I wanted him to want me and treat me with at least a bit of respect.
He looked at me with a subtle smirk and said, “How gay are you anyway?” Would you suck my cock if it’s been in your ass?”
I hadn’t thought much about ‘ass to mouth’ stuff, although I had seen it in some of the porno videos, so I did not really know how to respond. It occurred to me that I would be willing if it might extend our time together and perhaps bond me with Dave in some admittedly weird or perverse way. But then I thought about how any sex is “weird and perverse”, so I said, “Sure, let me clean it off.”
I slid down his torso and wrapped my hand around his soft, but still inflated cock. It glistened with a liquid that could only be his sperm mixed with whatever fluid I had contributed, so I figured it wouldn’t taste so bad. After all, I had scrubbed my anus in the shower, and I had taken his load in my mouth a few times now, so why not?
I let his cock slide in my mouth as far as I could, then closed my lips and sucked upward, gathering his fluids, and some of mine, I guessed. Because he was softening, it felt different, giving way to the pressure of my lips as I slid up the shaft. I gathered a good blob in my mouth and the taste of Dave’s juice sent a thrill into my cock. I licked off the drop of semen I had squeezed out of his piss slit and looked up to see Dave looking down at me with a bemused expression.
“You do love my cock, don’t you?” My cock was starting to swell, my anus was tingling and I desperately wanted his approval.
“I’ll do anything you want, you know,” I said. And I knew that I meant it. I rolled over and exposed my swelling organ to show my willingness to be his cock sucking slave.
“You’re still horny after all that?” Dave said, glancing at my cock. I let my now fully erect penis slide against his thigh. I was afraid he would withdraw as he had just finished a powerful orgasm, and maybe didn’t want any more personal contact, but he reached down and gently encircled me with his rough, calloused hand.
“I guess I should take care of you, since you were so good to me.”
My heart soared as Dave’s head moved towards my cock. When his lips closed over my helmet and he started the up and down motion of the classic blow job, I knew we really had something together, it wasn’t just me. I somehow sensed that he wanted me to cum in his mouth, so I let myself go and started moaning and growling as my juices gathered again in my prostate. My back arched and I let my breath out. “Oh Dave, I love you!” and I shot my semen into his sucking mouth with the most powerful orgasm of my life.
As I calmed down, I regretted saying the “love” word, even though I had meant it. But Dave kept my cock in his mouth, gently sucking the last of my jizz. I could feel him swallowing as he released my softening member and looked up at me smiling.
We were a couple! I pulled him up to me so we were face-to-face. “You swallowed my cum! I want to taste it in your mouth.”
I planted my lips gently on Dave’s mouth and inserted my tongue, searching for any delicious remnants of semen. Dave ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth and offered his tongue to mine. I wasn’t sure what I was tasting, but it was wonderful.
I placed my face on his neck. We had taken each other’s DNA into our bodies.
I was in love.